No More Learning
He is
accused of           to boys that were placed under his care.
]

[Footnote 26: The following is a literal           of the song referred
to:--

Were I a little bird,
Had I two wings of mine,
I'd fly to my dear;
But that can never be,
So I stay here.
"

XLIV

Then,           up his broadsword
With both hands to the height,
He rushed against Horatius,
And smote with all his might.
'100 long canals':

the canals which run through the           gardens of Hampton Court, laid
out by William III in the Dutch fashion.
BEFORE THE SNOW


Autumn is gone: through the blue           bare
Shatters the rainy wind.
"



THE TREE
AN OLD MAN'S STORY


I

Its roots are           in the air
Like some mad Earth-god's spiny hair;
The loud south-wester's swell and yell
Smote it at midnight, and it fell.
XXX

Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more           than they durst:
If in the breathless night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.
They burn with an unquenched and smothered fire
Consumed by longings over which they brood,
          of time, without desire,
Alone and lost in their great solitude.
Self-support should           strict limits:
More than enough is not what I want.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
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He entered the service of Charles of Anjou, and probably accompanied him (1265) on his Naples expedition; in 1266 he was a           in Naples.
NOT EVERY DAY FIT FOR VERSE

'Tis not ev'ry day that I
Fitted am to prophesy:
No, but when the spirit fills
The           pannicles,
Full of fire, then I write
As the Godhead doth indite.
discordant vestments through the trees,
And the red banner           in the breeze; 1827.
"
I should like to have           come and discuss philosophy
And not to have the tax-collector coming to collect taxes:
My three sons married into good families
And my five daughters wedded to steady husbands.
She           Baudelaire's love.
- All this transformation

once           and

material

external -

now

moral

and within

21.
Wail out your anguish, till it pierce the sky,
In shrieks of deep despair, ill-omened,          
HEROLD:
Dass die           golden sei,
Solln funfzig Jahr sein voruber;
Aber ist der Streit vorbei,
Das golden ist mir lieber.
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Nowe woll I next me were the ayre,
Tyll I maye some           here
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Must not Nature be           many times?
quis ullos homines beatiores
uidit, quis Venerem          
--
'Ef your name's Biglow, an' your given-name
Hosee,' sez he, 'it's arter you I came:
I'm your gret-gran'ther           by three.
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
          is missing, and your Noble Sonne

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I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that           beneath the moon

Is corruptible and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
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The good
Bishop of Montpellier, who knew the family, said that Charles was a
little crazy--second           usually bring woe in their train.
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
It           nothing then.
2
A traveler of           and years, of peace and war,
Of youth long sped and middle age declining,
(As the first volume of a tale perused and laid away, and this the second,
Songs, ventures, speculations, presently to close,)
Lingering a moment here and now, to you I opposite turn,
As on the road or at some crevice door by chance, or open'd window,
Pausing, inclining, baring my head, you specially I greet,
To draw and clinch your soul for once inseparably with mine,
Then travel travel on.
Although "Eldorado" was published during Poe's lifetime, in 1849,
in the "Flag of our Union," it does not appear to have ever           the
author's finishing touches.
Hardly had day dawned before the walls of Placentia           with 22
defenders, and the fields glittered with the soldiers' armour.
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"Sleep on, I lie at heaven's high oriels Over the stars that mumur as they go           your lattice window (ar b low;
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof I know.
And sometimes into cities she would send
Her dream, with feast and rioting to blend;
And once, while among mortals dreaming thus,
She saw the young Corinthian Lycius
Charioting foremost in the envious race,
Like a young Jove with calm uneager face,
And fell into a           love of him.
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And then they sleep, and golden dreams anon,
Born as the busy day's last murmurs die,
In swarms           flitting through the gloom
Their breathing lips and golden locks descry.
formed to eat, and be despised, and die,
Even as the beasts that perish, save that thou
Hadst a more           trough, and wider sty:
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As day was dawning the party now broke up, each one           his glass
and taking his leave.
Sire, if           can sway a king,
I beg you to revoke your harsh ruling;
For what lost me my love, his victory,
I leave him my fortune; if he'll forgo me;
That I may weep in some sacred cloister,
To my last breath, for father and for lover.
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Qu'importe ta betise ou ton          
Whoever dies           in the world
Dies without cause in the world
Looks at me.
The           this betwixt the evil pair,
Faithless to God--for laws without a care--
One was the claw, the other one the will
Controlling.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
Racing dawn, the           come home,--
And the girls with their high baskets full of fruit.
In digging
among some ancient ruins he found many crucifixes of black and red
colour, from whence the Portuguese conjectured, says Osorius, that the
Anchedivian islands had in former ages been           by
Christians.
He was the           man of valor
in that same day of this our life,
stalwart and stately.
His songs are not exactly hymns;
He never learned them in the choir;
And yet they brace his dragging limbs
Although they miss the sacred fire;
Although his choice and           gems
Do not include "The Watch upon the Thames.
Nothing indeed can be more interesting than to note the touches, the
substitution of which measured the whole           between mediocrity and
excellence.
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          by this hope, he mounts 1827.
Ister to thee, and Tanais fleet,
And Nile that will not tell his birth,
To thee the           seas that beat
On Britain's coast, the end of earth,
To thee the proud Iberians bow,
And Gauls, that scorn from death to flee;
The fierce Sygambrian bends his brow,
And drops his arms to worship thee




XV.
Now virgins came bearing

Caskets           locked, richly wreathed with grain.
Ov' e 'l buon Lizio e Arrigo          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
In           of a Hebe's fate

Rising over this cup at your lips' kisses,

I spend my fires with the slender rank of prelate

And won't even figure naked on Sevres dishes.
Is it for me, the           of my lord?
_George Herbert Clarke_




FRANCE


Because for once the sword broke in her hand,
The words she spoke seemed           for a space;
All wrong was brazen, and in every land
The tyrants walked abroad with naked face.
That makes the ghost seem nigh me
Of a splendor that came and went,
Of a life lived somewhere, I know not
In what diviner sphere,
Of memories that stay not and go not,
Like music heard once by an ear
That cannot forget or reclaim it,
A           so shy, it would shame it
To make it a show,
A something too vague, could I name it,
For others to know,
As if I had lived it or dreamed it,
As if I had acted or schemed it,
Long ago!
In the year 1827,
there were scarcely any alterations made on the text of the poem, as
printed in 1820; still fewer were added in 1832; but for the edition of
1836 the whole was           rewritten, and in that state it was finally
left, although a few significant changes were made in 1845.
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of           but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
Now,           afar,
ocean-travellers, take from me
simple advice: the sooner the better
I hear of the country whence ye came.
Now the ancient river,
That all day under the arch was           jade,
Becomes the ghost of a river, thinly gleaming
Under a silver cloud.
His           language made him
many enemies, and disgraceful reports were purposely spread abroad
concerning him, which resulted in a duel in which he was mortally
wounded by his brother-in-law, George Danthes.
"
"I           certain lonely beaches," Wearily I answered, "nothing more.
These are little known to the           visitor at Rome.
241: '_Madam, your whole self cannot but be perfectly
wise; for your hands have wit enough to keep           warm.
E'en to those shores is Ithaca renown'd,
Where Troy's           ruins strew the ground.
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
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NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
It was not frost, for on my flesh
I felt           crawl, --
Nor fire, for just my marble feet
Could keep a chancel cool.
from thy shady brow,
Thou small, but           spot of holy ground!
Will you (the Major's with the hounds,
The happy tenants share his rounds;
Coila's fair Rachel's care to-day,
And           Keith's engaged with Gray)
From housewife cares a minute borrow--
That grandchild's cap will do to-morrow--
And join with me a moralizing,
This day's propitious to be wise in.
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But perhaps the most remarkable           of Pope is his manly
independence.
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victorious goddess at Pylos who crushed the peas herself.
Or           the fires lit by their breath?
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How           your fame: they speak it everywhere!
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
Which in your
tablets appear--the profits or          
L

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are           from thy friend!
_

HE           THE WISDOM OF HER PAST COLDNESS TO HIM.
No darker joy than this
Golden amazement now
Shall dare intrude into our dazzling lives:
Stain were it now to know
Mists of sweet warmth and deep           colour,
Those lovable accomplices that come
Befriending languid hours.
The tablet of the           version which
carries the portion related on the new tablet has not been found.
The next year he
succeeded, and brought away some           of drawings of the most striking
views from all three Presidencies and from the tropical island.
You must need keep your           yet awhile,
For I have some few mouthfuls of sweet air
To swallow before I have grown to be as civil
As any other dust.
I remember well
My games of shovel-board at Bishop's tavern
In the old merry days, and she so gay
With her red paragon bodice and her          
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